| 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa, |
| Not a creature was stirring-- Caramba! ¿Que pasa? |
| Los niños were tucked away in their camas, |
| Some in long underwear, some in pijamas, |
| aaaaa |
| While hanging the stockings with mucho cuidado |
| In hopes that old Santa would feel obligado |
| To bring all children, both buenos and malos, |
| A nice batch of dulces and other regalos. |
| aaaaa |
| Outside in the yard there arose such a grito |
| That I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito. |
| I ran to the window and looked out afuera, |
| And who in the world do you think that it era? |
| aaaaa |
| Saint Nick in a sleigh and a big red sombrero |
| Came dashing along like a crazy bombero. |
| And pulling his sleigh instead of venados |
| Were eight little burros approaching volados. |
| aaaaa |
| I watched as they came and this quaint little hombre |
| Was shouting and whistling and calling my nombre: |
| "Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuso, |
| Ay Chato, ay Chopo, Macuco y Nieto!" |
| aaaaa |
| Then standing erect, with his hands on his pecho |
| He flew to the top of our very own techo. |
| With his round little belly like a bowl of jalea, |
| He struggled to squeeze down our old chiminea, |
| aaaaa |
| Then huffing and puffing, at last in our sala, |
| With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala, |
| He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos-- |
| For none of the niños had been very malos. |
| aaaaa |
| Then chuckling aloud, seeming very contento, |
| He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento. |
| And I heard him exclaim, and this is verdad, |
| "Merry Christmas to all, and Feliz Navidad!" |
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